A fair breeze the sails of the good ship was swelling, As gallantly homeward she sped on her way; While the song of the sailors was joyously telling, " Home looms in the distance, love brooks no delay." "Y'heave-ho, with a will, lads," the good skipper cried, "We'll anchor in port ere the turn of the tide." Ah! fair broke the morn, but ere noon, with emotion, They saw the dark storm-clouds creep over the sky; " Keef sails," cried the mate, as the gale swept the ocean, " There's mischief astern—but she'll weather, say I." " Y'heave-ho, with a will, lads," the good skipper cried, " We'll anchor in port ere the turn of the tide." Now, heaven save the brave hearts! the vessel is leaking! The sails are all streamers, the masts "by the board!" The sea o'er the decks of the good ship is breaking; They signal " Distress;" the crew speaks not a word.

" Y'heave-ho, with a will, lads," the good skipper cried, "The life-boat rides bravely the crest of the tide." Eight on speeds the life-boat, she nears them, she hails them, They're rescued ! Hurrah! for the bold life- boat crew! They heed not the storm that so fiercely assails them, When call'd for the helpless to dare and to do.

"Y'heave-ho, pull away, lads," their brave skipper cried, " We'll land them in port ere the turn of the tide." (Rev.) J. P. BSITTON..